over an appetising dinner, a toast to my "head" was drunk with enthusiasm.
During the evening I was frequently interviewed, and it was not until a late hour that I was allowed to rest. Oh! that first night's sleep! Shall I ever forget it? For nine hours did it last, and when I awoke it was to the noise of children romping on the floor above me. It was evident by their loud, penetrating voices some excitement was on hand, and as I listened I could hear the cause of it. "Now, Colin, you be Sun Yat Sen, and Neil will be Sir Halliday Macartney, and I will rescue Sun." Then followed a turmoil; Sir Halliday was knocked endways, and a crash on the floor made me believe that my little friend Neil was no more. Sun was brought out in triumph by Keith, the eldest boy, and a general amnesty was declared by the beating of drums, the piercing notes of a tin whistle, and the singing of "The British Grena-
